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and Dorcas, and grandfather of Dr. Temple
and the writer's mother-in-law, was of Bar-
tilliver and Carvossa in Probus. He married
Margaret Andrew, 11 May, 1769, aunt of
Susan, the wife of Admiral Temple above,
uncle of the Archbishop. The Carveths and
the Tresahars, neighbours, bore similar arms,
metal and colour counterchanged (see monu-
ment, Luxyllian Church), from which it
would seem that granting arms was once
subject to the whim of the visiting herald.

Dr. Temple, when at Exeter, was occa-
sionally my guest. In 1873 the members of
the Archaeological Institute visited Exeter,
and those who with me were guests of the
Bishop will agree that our host, so far from
being grim and unbending, as reported, was
genial, jovial, jocular. Wine, set liberally
on the table, was untouched by him. Leaving
us to our own devices, he, returning un-
fa tigued by a long day's travel and travail,
would sit at a side table sipping tea, reading
through a pile of letters, and methodically
arranging them for answering.

A huge monument, styled a mausoleum by
Jenkins (' Hist, of Exeter') and known as the
Fursman monument, once stood in front of a
window in the cathedral. Before the opposite
window stands the Carew monument,
resplendent witli gold and colour. Being the
one chiefly interested in the preservation of
these two monuments, I frequently stopped
on my way to London expressly to look them
over. At last, to my amazement, the mauso-
leum vanished, and I naturally felt aggrieved.
When I mentioned the circumstance to Dr.
Temple, he quietly asked if I thought
the monument ought to have been placed
where it was. I perceived at once that
Chancellor Fursinan had abused his power,
and that if the monument ought not to have
been there I ought not to regret the removal.
Dr. Temple's pithy rebuke was the gentle
prick of a rapier, as telling as a blow from a
bludgeon.

A digression may be of interest, since
Polwhele devotes more than a folio page
to the Fursman monument ('Hist. Devon,'
ii. 22-3), Jenkins about two pages 8vo (' Hist.
Exeter,' 308-9), and Britton a note, p. 134,
and plate iv. ('Hist. Exeter Cathedral').
Strangers coming across the structure as it
now stands dismembered, in a small side
chapel, might question its identity. Polwhele
blazons the arras on three escutcheons, under
a pediment at the back, without identifying
them : (1) The arms appertaining to the
Chancellorship, impaling Fursman. (2) Furs-
man impaling Radcliff. John Fursman
married Martha Radcliff. (3) Quarterly, 1

and 4, Fursman ; 2, Rowe of Lamerton ;
3, Fitz of Fitzford. Chancellor Fursman
obtained a grant (penes me) from his personal
friend Anstis, Garter, merely to adorn this
monument. It will repay the reader to look
up the grant in the Genealogist, ii. 65
(1878), and permit omissions here. When the
treaty of Utrecht was signed, 1713, Henry
Manaton (named on the monument), being a
member of Parliament, received the gold
medal (penes me) struck in commemoration.
I possess the portrait of the Chancellor,
painted by Hudson, one of the masters of Sir
Joshua Reynolds, and that of his daughter,
by William Gandy, the other master of whom
Sir Joshua wrote : " Paint like Gandy, as
though your brush had been dipped in honey."
(See also Northcote's' Life of Reynolds,' i. 22.)
The Chancellor expressed on the monument
his desire to be buried with his wife and
daughter, "Et cum illarum cineribus suos
etiam adrnisceri cupit " ; but his visitor, a
youth, son of John Gilbert, Archbishop of
York, and brother of Lady Mount-Edgcumbe,
died at his house, and was buried in their
vault The Chancellor lies in the opposite
aisle, and the very magnificence of his monu-
ment, instead of ensuring its preservation,
caused its mutilation and removal.

To take up again the thread of my narra-
tive, let me say that few pedestrians out-
matched the Archbishop. When reading at
Duloe with the Rev. R. Scott, the lexico-
grapher (Liddell and Scott), he frequently
walked fifteen miles to Plymouth, of an after-
noon, to visit my wife's family, and returned
the same evening. I took him to see an open
tin mine in Cornwall, said to have been
worked by the Romans. As the road for
some distance was very steep, to test his
powers I gradually forced the pace to my
utmost, but without affecting him. I re-
marked, " You can walk fast. I have walked
about twenty-one miles at the rate of four
and a third an hour." "Yes," he replied;
" I could easily walk five miles an hour." I
said I had walked fifty miles in one day, as
computed. He then told me that he had
walked out fifty miles in one day, and back
again the next.

We went to Bartilliver, his mother's birth-
place. The hospitable lady of the house
directed us to some rising ground overlooking
the whole farm. The lady, an ardent polemic
of the day, tried to start an argument. The
Bishop stepped out; she trotted after,
delivered her attack, and fell back repeatedly
till her strength gave out, and all was serene.
She had given orders that an old labourer, on
the farm from boyhood, should await our